Searching for band members |
searching for new band members to create something different. we have a drummer and a singer/screamer already, looking for open people who can play either bass, guitar or an emx-korg that we have. inf...
Posted by on Sat, 09 May 2009 22:35:00 GMT |
coffins built in advance |
Too smart for your own good, then what happens?Where do all the ghosts live? What happens when you suddenly disappear?They want stitches on your mouth, they want nails through your hands,they want rin...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 03:42:00 GMT |
american pride--poetic rant |
Apathy is in the hearts; its the way we live, americanizethe world. Our culture is a dying mutt in the pound, we own to have, wename children based on feeble ideas and preference, we love in order to...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 03:32:00 GMT |
Economys finest-- rant poem |
Versions of happiness people liveRoutines and paychecks, groceries on FridaysChurch and bible school every Sunday Good morning honey, have you the mail? Economys finest, the lovers of the government...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 03:28:00 GMT |
no controll ---poetic rant/short story |
Consciousness killed by the war in your heart. You can feel it.. machine.. moving through your veins, you want to live in the swarm of lies, the swarm of people just like you, just like him, just like...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Feb 2009 01:37:00 GMT |
man-made america--a poem/rant |
Its coming over the trees, a whisper of innocenceIts leaking though your faucets, through your radiosBut no one will hear it; weve lost gracefulness and understandingWeve lost acceptance in openness...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Feb 2009 01:15:00 GMT |
thoughts on whores and the upper class... poetic rant |
"Were walking down the boulevard, checking our loaded wallets. Were scanning through bombarded streets of advertisement. Were searching for new pleasures, were searching for empty lives. Were hunting ...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Feb 2009 01:03:00 GMT |
writing a book.... where to submit and make copies??? |
I'm writing a long story/ book. It's like 29 pages in a notebook as of right now. But who knows what that will come too when I type it up. I probably have like 10-ish pages to go. I guess id call it a...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 19:38:00 GMT |
song/poem |
the chandeliers create pinholes in your eyesits swings above you, side to side, only shading your facecommunicator of thoughtsi am the pistol that lies awake at night, in your dresser drawerwhile drea...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Dec 2008 05:12:00 GMT |
bored again.. what can i say... |
Do you have any feelings for anyone right now?yesWould you ever tattoo a boy's/girl' s name on you?if i felt that i wouldnt regret it. What's bothering you right now?nothing really..Would you ever tak...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Dec 2008 23:43:00 GMT |
